[ If Geralt had turned Cassian down it wouldn’t have been any skin off his back. He’d done more than enough and from the brief interaction they’d had in the forest as gods the Witcher didn’t quite strike him as the chatty sort. That and he didn’t trust the occasional yowl of discontent from the basket to contain the kitten for that long.
Cassian’s taste for ale hadn’t grown during his time in Abraxas, but becoming familiar enough with the various taverns and hole in the wall bars came part in parcel for the work he’d landed himself here. This was a little too close to the main streets for any illicit dealings, but it was nice to people watch if you were in the mood for it. He settles in motioning for the waiter when they have a moment. ]
A friend gave them to me. [ There’s a beat as a sharp hiss comes from the basket. ] Although I’m not sure they’re a friend after this. I’ve never had a pet before.
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Cassian’s taste for ale hadn’t grown during his time in Abraxas, but becoming familiar enough with the various taverns and hole in the wall bars came part in parcel for the work he’d landed himself here. This was a little too close to the main streets for any illicit dealings, but it was nice to people watch if you were in the mood for it.
He settles in motioning for the waiter when they have a moment. ]
A friend gave them to me. [ There’s a beat as a sharp hiss comes from the basket. ] Although I’m not sure they’re a friend after this. I’ve never had a pet before.